Bold=Virgil 




Anxiety's POV

"Hey, kiddo," Patton said to me as he walked in my room.

"What?" I asked him, pausing my music.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm never okay."

"You've been acting strange lately."

"It's fine. I'm... fine." As I said this I knew I was lying. I feel like I'm just making Thomas... worry. I know it's my job, but I feel like I could do more. Take Princey for example. He is Thomas's creativity. He is the root of all his hopes, dreams, and fantasies. I'm his Anxiety. Essentially I take all his dreams and crush them into thousands of pieces. We are the complete opposites, yet, every time I'm around him I feel, strange. He is like the sun to my rainy day. Oh god dangit! ((Keeping it kid friendly here.)) Look at me. I'm going all sappy.

"Are you sure? You are not acting like the dark, strange son I know."

"I'm okay Pat, really. Just... leave me alone."

"Okay, kiddo. But if you need anything just ask."

As I started to put my headphones back on, Thomas called, 

"Virge! I'm going to the store with the others! Don't invite anyone over!"

"Don't have any friends so no problem there!" I called back. I turned on my music and started humming, which graduated to mouthing which somehow turned into singing.

"When your legs don't work like they used to before,"

"And I can't sweep you off of your feet."

"Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?"

"Will your--"

"Eyes still smile from your cheeks?" Someone else was in the house. I ran to my corner of the wall, which was dented in. I covered my head with my jacket and waited.

"Bravo Virgi-- Virgil?" It was Princey.

"Hello? Panic at the everywhere?" Thank god for the person who invented foundation.

"Virgil," I felt a thump in the floor and felt a hand on my leg. "Come out. You don't have to be embarrassed by singing," 

He sat next to me and put his arm around me.

"I sing all the time." I slowly popped out.

"Like we all don't know. -Sniff-" I uncovered my head."Why didn't you go to the store with the others?"

"I knew you were staying home, so I decided to stay too." 

"... Like I'm gonna believe that." I scooted out from under his arm.


"... Ok so MAYBE I was going through all our old performances. But that's beside the point." I smirked a little. "You have an amazing voice, Virgil,"

"and so does Logan and so does Thomas,"  I ducked my head and muttered, " and so do you."

"Listen, you can sing all you want," Princey stood up. "and if they make fun of you," He pulled out a Katana "I WILL SLICE THEIR WHOLE FACES OFF!!"  Roman started swinging the katana around, making whooshing noises.

I put my knees up to my chest. "That's nice and all, but please don't slice their faces off."

"Right. Yeah." He sat back down. "The point is, sing whenever you want."

"Thanks, Sir Sing-a-lot"

"YOU'RE WELCOOOOOME!!" He sunk out.

"Great. Moana. Leave it to him to ruin the moment." I smiled to myself and sat back on my bed, turning on "Welcome to the Black Parade" by MCR. I almost screamed when Princey burst back into my room.

"I CAME UP WITH A NEW NICKNAME!!"

"What?  On the Verge of tears?"

"That's a good one, but no." I took off my headphones.




"My Chemical Romance."


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And that, ladies and gentlemen and non-binary pals, is my first one shot. I know it's short, but I'm brain dead. So feel free (even though no ones gonna do this) to DM me some ideas and I'll try my best to make it happen. I will see you all next time.

BUH-BYEEE!!! =3